A Journal from the Point of No Return : A Continuing Travelogue

Entry #2 The Spider in my Head
2:59 AM 4/1/2007

I had a spider in my head.. it was actually in my hair and on my head.. it was small, had eight legs, you know the basic stuff any little spider can have.. and oh! he really doesnt do anything; catches up with his friends and comes back.. does a bit of work for his food like spinning webs for others.. come to think of it.. he loved when i called him a web designer.. ahem.. ok.. back to topic.. so one fine day.. there I was, reading upon some ol’ c, while this guy just drops down and says.. hello old chap, could you stop thinking for a while its mighty hot up there you know.. Wtf!? now now, no need to get angry about it old boy.. old boy? who you calling old spiderboy!! see, now that kind of attitude is not going to get you anywhere.. now i have an attitude problem?! erm.. and a hot head, so please keep it simple.. and poof the guy disappears.. can you believe that!! what nerve!! hmmm.. does spiders have nerves?

That was last week, the day i found out that i had a spider living on my head..

I met him on my keyboard last night as well.. he looked old and worried.. hmmm.. and i had a long chat with him too.. you see its not everyday that you get to talk to spiders..

He started by telling me that he will be dying soon.. that his life in retrospect has already flashed infront of his eyes and hence had come to the conclusion that his life must end now.. now.. now? how soon is now? hmmm.. the eyes; all of them were lit like small tv screens on a wall, he crawled upto my nose and found a spot to sit down.. the tv’s on the wall flickered and static faded away into forms.. my eyes tried hard to focus.. the reception clearer now.. i watched him work, pray, play, eat, live and die.. the short movie titled futility.. the smile on his face all knowing.. has it occurred to you that you might be wrong, i asked him.. and he told me that he was too old to be wrong.. hmmm.. that needed some consideration; maybe later.. why did you call it futility? i have tried and i have failed and hence it is futile.. but at least i have tried.. yes you have.. is it time? are you in a hurry? no, im not.. then its not time yet.. hmmm..

*2 minutes later*

is it time? all his eyes blinked.. yes it is.. and he slowly crawled up my eyebrows and across my forehead into my hair..

The wailing came from all around.. flies circled around my head.. it has happend.. he has died.. I shall mourn him.. I shall remember him.. I shall shampoo my hair tonight..